Chapter 165: Memoirs of a Sword God

“Haha! If I, Gu Qingyi, had not been born, the world would be shrouded in eternal darkness! After two and a half years, it’s time to stretch my legs and shake off the rust!”

A majestic voice echoed from the Void, drawing every eye in the Tianwu Arena skyward to the unreachable expanse above.

Some female disciples gazed up with hearts full of adoration, dreaming of a powerful and handsome partner like Gu Qingyi.

Most male disciples wore expressions of awe and admiration, aspiring to become a towering figure like him.

Suddenly, the Void churned with stormy winds and strange omens. As everyone held their breath, fixated on the spectacle, a sharp sound pierced the air.

“Zheng!”

A massive Golden Sword, radiating boundless power, tore through the Void and descended into the Sword Qi Continent, standing proud before all.

Before the crowd could even gasp in wonder, a figure slipped through the rift, following the sword, and landed in the mortal realm.

They saw a strikingly handsome man with flowing silver hair touch down beside the Golden Sword with effortless grace.

Golden light poured from his body, a radiant aura that captivated every onlooker.

Most striking of all was the golden Divine Disc spinning behind him, a symbol of divine might.

A sweet-faced female disciple’s eyes sparkled as she caught sight of him. “Wow—Gu Qingyi, the Saint, is just so handsome! How can anyone be this perfect?”

A plain-looking male disciple grumbled with envy. “Heaven’s unfair! How can someone be both ridiculously good-looking and insanely powerful?”

“Sigh, brother, watch your words. If you anger the Saint, even if he lets it slide, these Senior and Junior Sisters might not be so forgiving.”

Another male disciple stepped forward, patting his shoulder while gesturing subtly to the side.

“Mm!”

The plain disciple quickly clamped a hand over his mouth, terrified of being torn apart by the nearby Senior and Junior Sisters.

At that moment, a stunning figure soared into the sky. Right before everyone’s eyes, she threw herself into Gu Qingyi’s arms.

Below, the female disciples who adored Gu Qingyi bristled with jealousy, barely restraining themselves from tearing into the woman embracing him.

“What the—! Who is that? How dare she just hug the Saint like that? Unbelievable!”

A rather ordinary-looking female disciple pointed at the figure, nearly cursing aloud in her frustration.

Another, somewhat prettier disciple chimed in. “Exactly! Gu Qingyi belongs to all of us! No one gets to claim him for herself!”

A handsome male disciple fanned himself, his brow furrowing. “Why does that woman look so familiar? Could she be… the Holy Maiden?”

Several other female disciples were about to speak but stopped short at his words, craning their necks to get a better look at the radiant figure.

“Sigh, it really is the Holy Maiden. At first glance, we’ve got no chance. The Saint and Holy Maiden are a match made in heaven…”

“Yeah, even with our privileged backgrounds, we pale in comparison to her. What a shame… I wish that were me.”

The group of female disciples who idolized Gu Qingyi hung their heads, sighing in disappointment.

The male disciples who admired Nangong Lin felt their hearts shatter seeing their goddess already taken, yet they were powerless to change it.

They could only wish the pair happiness, content to steal a distant glance and feel a flicker of satisfaction.

“You scoundrel! Why did you act so tough back then, leaving this continent without a word to fight the Alien Race alone? Two and a half years! Do you know how worried I’ve been?” Nangong Lin’s voice trembled with unshed tears.

Gu Qingyi said nothing, simply pulling her close and gently patting her back with a comforting hand.

As he held her, his gaze softened, memories of everything that had happened since arriving in the Upper Realm flooding his mind.

With his mid-tier Sword God cultivation, he had thrived here, carving out a name for himself. Even when facing unbeatable foes, he always managed to escape unscathed.

But as the saying goes, walk by the river long enough, and your shoes will get wet.

After arriving in the Upper Sword Qi Continent, his frequent displays of prowess outshone the original prodigies, earning him countless admirers and fangirls.

The craziest moment came during that legendary battle in Fallen Gorge against the Sword Gods of the Eight Sacred Lands.

After that fight, he wasn’t sure if the Holy Masters of those lands had lost their minds, but they started sending their Sacred Maidens to his doorstep as potential brides.

That day, faced with a courtyard full of dazzlingly dressed beauties and their bold propositions, he didn’t dare accept even if he had ten times the courage.

They say roses have thorns, and these were no exception. Anyone with eyes could see the scheme behind the Holy Masters’ actions.

Unable to beat him, they tried to win him over through marriage. Holding to a gentleman’s code, he couldn’t bring himself to act against these lovely fairies, so he dodged and declined at every turn.

After evading them over a dozen times, the Sacred Maidens finally seemed to vanish.

Just when he thought they’d given up, he fell into their trap.

One day, he returned home and took a sip of tea. A moment of carelessness, and he was struck by Hehuan Powder. Heat surged through his body, like a thousand ants gnawing at his flesh.

Worst of all, a certain part of him swelled painfully, threatening to burst if not relieved, as if his very life hung in the balance.

Hiding in the shadows, the Eight Sacred Maidens seized the chance while he was weakened by the powder, intent on forcing themselves upon him to seal the deal.

Facing these predatory beauties, his heart sank. Who doesn’t love beauty? But to be ambushed and lose his purity like this—he couldn’t bear it.

How could he endure such a thing? With his last shred of willpower, he unleashed a Great Teleportation, narrowly escaping the clutches of the Eight Sacred Maidens and preserving his honor.

After using the Great Teleportation, his consciousness began to blur. He had no idea where he ended up, only that as his eyes started to close, a familiar, beautiful figure caught him before he fell.

As he slipped into unconsciousness, it felt like he drifted into a dream—a vivid one where he was entwined with his beloved, the sensations so real.

A day and night passed before he groggily opened his eyes, his head still throbbing.

When he sat up, confusion washed over him. He seemed to be in a girl’s boudoir, surrounded by a faint, sweet fragrance.

He thought it might all be a dream, yet it felt so tangible. Strangely, the effects of the Hehuan Powder were gone.

Hehuan Powder required an intimate union to be dispelled, or else the victim would perish within an hour.

Since the poison had been neutralized, there could only be one explanation.

Someone had sacrificed themselves for him!

The realization hit him hard, a sinking feeling in his chest. He quickly glanced to the side, noticing a delicate figure beneath the nearby blanket.

He yanked the blanket aside and saw that it was all real—not a dream, but a undeniable truth.

Beneath the blanket, on the pristine white sheets, a vivid red mark glared back at him, striking his heart with a piercing ache.

He couldn’t even bring himself to look at the delicate figure’s face, sitting there in a daze, eyes clouded with turmoil.

Only when the figure stirred awake did he realize who had willingly become his antidote—it was Nangong Lin.

She assured him it was entirely her choice and that he shouldn’t feel burdened by guilt. Hearing this, he wanted to slap himself for letting it come to this.

In that moment, he swore to himself: with a wife like her, what more could a man ask for? He would love only her in this life and never betray her!

From then on, the two stayed inseparable. She teased him often, stirring his heart, but made it clear that the first time was an accident. Until they were wed, there would be no further intimacy.

Gazing at her delicate form, he could only look on helplessly, unable to act. He asked her several times when they might marry.

But she felt her cultivation was too low and wasn’t ready to settle down just yet, so the matter kept being delayed.

Then came the crisis—the Alien Race invaded in force, forcing the two to part ways to protect their shared home.

He resolutely ventured into the Cosmic Void, slaying every Alien Race member who dared to invade. In the end, he guarded the realm for two and a half years.

Today marked the end of that period. Eager to see his beloved, he couldn’t wait a moment longer to return to the Sword Qi Continent.